My life is like a wound
I scratch so I can bleed
Regurgitate my words,
I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet,
I walk so it won't restOh, Baby I am Lost
Oh, Baby I am Lost...
I try to push the colors
through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses
into a blinding light
And if love is not the key.
If love is not a key
I hope that I can find a place where it could beI know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
Which I'm not as yet aware that I have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That I alone have let them pass
Oh, Baby I am yours
Oh, Baby I am yours
Oh, Baby I am yours
Oh, Baby I am yours...
